Vado, Jim Jones - Jeff Hamilton lyrics

(Oh GP) sliiime!
Huh, huh, Harlem, huh huh

Yo, I'm at the label with TECs out
Like I don't give a fuck
Make sure I'm the next out (Yes)
I come from under street cool dudes
Like the best out no need to say names if I
Can shout all the rest out (Nah)
Too many real to be left out
Fendi three-button just the collar is F'd out
(Uh, huh) just copped a townhouse
Grill on the deck out (Uh, huh)
Gated community, security when you check out
(Yes)
Y'all tryna compete, I'm just tryna complete
Try to feed plenty is too many trying to eat
Pouring out Henny every day and
Hour of the week
So many die in the streets a
Nigga cry in his sleep (Tell ‘em)
Everything's rose gold, call it a Rose Bowl
Fronting in the Cullinan colored in rose-rose
Yeah, your Bull need a hundred-mil
D-Rose gold
Tell the waitress where the million
Followers? Bring more Rose

Yeah, I'm the man again (Uh, huh)
Got 'em panicking
They wearing shit off the mannequin (Agh)
Three-piece suit or Jeff Hamilton (Yes)
Laker leather on, whatever storm we damaging
(You would go at him again)
Yeah, I'm the man again (Uh, huh)
Got 'em panicking
They wearing shit off the mannequin
(Tell ‘em)
Three-piece suit or Jeff Hamilton (Mean)
Laker leather on, whatever storm we damaging
(Ya boy going in again)

Uh, niggas is pressing me
Franklin in Snowfall
I wouldn’t get him the recipe (Uh, uh)
Got it going through customs like
There’s no intercepting me
All these rappers my sons
‘bout to have a vasectomy
Shit, like I don’t need no one ‘cept for me
Only approval needed is a
Call up the registry (Yes)
Niggas money is funny, can’t pay they bill
Bill Bellamy (Agh) me and that blue cheese
Go together like celery
What’s you telling me? ‘Cause it’s definitely
Sounding more like a cliche lawsuit's
Keep a bad mami and mama sushi
On me like I’m Enrique (All day)
Broadway love me like Felipe
(Ball on ‘em, huh)
Nobody, I call a friend if
I can’t call on him
That "Paid In Full" money fall on him
(Uh, huh) door on him, pushing that rock
That John Wall on him (yeah)
Plus got good D, can’t score on him vado

Yeah, I'm the man again (Uh, huh)
Got 'em panicking
They wearing shit off the mannequin (Agh)
Three-piece suit or, Jeff Hamilton (Yes)
Laker leather on, whatever storm we damaging
(You would go at him again)
Yeah, I'm the man again (Uh, huh)
Got 'em panicking
They wearing shit off the mannequin
(Tell ‘em)
Three-piece suit or Jeff Hamilton (Mean)
Laker leather on, whatever storm we damaging
(Ya boy going in again)

I keep guns in my body by my liver (Facts)
Cold hearted nigga
In the winter I hardly shiver
We don’t do a lot ‘cause
Them cars they get delivered (Skrrt)
Got me racing up the West Side Highway
Right by the river (Skrrt)
We skrrt, stay drippy
Hop off of them Jeff Hammies (Grippy)
All pink, out Grammys (O-o)
Niggas out there looking like bitches
I call ‘em trannies (Ah)
Used to pack guns all in my hood
Right by the tranny (Oh)
I park Mazaratis up on Eighth
Sometimes I look at the sky
I can see in a Wraith
Ayy, Capo’s like Gotti in the H
And, boy, he never lack
You know we got it on the way
(Trust me, y’all)
Still fuck bitches with my chains on (Silly)
Frozen water got me wet like a rainstorm
(Illy) corner store for backwoods
I left the Range on (Chill)
Pop champagne until the pain’s gone (Rrr)

Yeah, I'm the man again (Uh, huh)
Got 'em panicking
They wearing shit off the mannequin (Agh)
Three-piece suit or Jeff Hamilton (Yes)
Laker leather on, whatever storm we damaging
(You would go at him again)
Yeah, I'm the man again (Uh, huh)
Got 'em panicking
They wearing shit off the mannequin
(Tell ‘em)
Three-piece suit or Jeff Hamilton (Mean)
Laker leather on, whatever storm we damaging
(Ya boy going in again)